Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.